Psalms 12

1 To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

Help, Jehovah, for the holy man ceases, for the faithful fail from among the sons of men.

2 They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

They speak falsehood everyone with his neighbor. With flattering lip, and with a double heart, they speak.

3 The LORD shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaks great things,

4 Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

who have said, With our tongue will we prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is lord over us?

5 For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

Because of the oppression of the poor, because of the sighing of the needy, now I will arise, says Jehovah. I will set him in the safety he gasps for.

6 The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

The words of Jehovah are pure words, as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, purified seven times.

7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

Thou will keep them, O Jehovah. Thou will preserve them from this generation forever.

8 The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

The wicked walk on every side when vileness is exalted among the sons of men.